Book Of Life Death Novels & Stories

And in this lifetime, we'd never see each other again. Once my phone went dead, the only thing left for them was my maggot-ridden body and the farewell gift I had so carefully prepared.

Not for any reason, but I realised the death plague hades brought along wasn't gone yet, even though Hades was. Word Count : 751 Sing Of Choice : Dead to Life By Ecstatic Ft Krigarè Ask Your Questions :

Ren, I’ve finally finished my story. My life story. The proof that I’ve actually existed. Ren raised a brow in confusion before he flipped over the first page of the leather-bound book, and read the first entry within it. When a person dies, he doesn’t disappear. His memories don’t disappear either, but continue living on in the memories and hearts of those that he has touched during his lifetime. Everyone has a lie. Everyone has regrets. And each hides a horrible past. Traitors stand on the ends of evil. Ends tied on the strings of good.

She looked stunned when they brought her into the room, something we're all used to when someone outside the family sees Pop's largess for the first time up-close and personal. "Wow, what is this?" She gravitated to the books that lined one wall, all classics, most of which were collector's editions. "Is this an original Herodotus?" She pulled her hand back from the volume making the twins laugh, and me smile. She acts like Pop and Uncle Garrett with books. They swear the rest of us are heathens because we don't all genuflect before the greats like they do.

Thea closed her eyes. “Dare I ask what your purpose is?” “My purpose is to create life in more forms than you, even as gods, can fathom,” Life said. “And mine is to refine it,” Death added. “That’s why you helped us defeat Lilith?” “Your terms good and evil are simplistic, naïve, and reductive, but with your current ability of understanding, I will use them. Evil wants to stifle and destroy life. Good wants to keep it going. We’ll keep the good influences around over the evil for now. Sometimes destructive forces are useful. You already understand that, though.”

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

That said, I exerted an immense effort to try to remember who I was, and I didn't remember anything at all, I just remembered my name and how I died, what I was, or about my relatives I don't remember anything at all. "You don't remember anything do you? It is because when I saved your life, you had already died in the world of humans and turning you into my chalice was the only way to save you, so you owe me submission, you owe me my life and it is only fair that you be grateful to me " the truth was told cruelly and my chest ached at that moment "our souls are now intertwined, by life and death!" He said with a morbid look, I could only think of what I just heard!

she lengthily narrated to me. So that’s how a resurrection spell works. A life for a life. You need life as sacrifice to bring back dead to life again. Raise the dead and you will never know what you raise. These are the words I remember when I accidentally read the book that was in Mother Arianna’s room back then.

Which what purpose? Lara discovered the book when she was in her second life. The name of the author was blurry and she couldn’t find who was the one that published that book. No one knew about it, no one had heard about it. However, just as she finished the book for the tenth time, something happened, she died. The plane she was inside exploded, and just like that, she returned to her first life. ‘Those bastards… this time I will make them pay.’ **** “Did you hear?”